I can see you looking v. v. stylish in that coat, herbs. Definitely worth hunting down.
Jolly fine collection of jumper links. I am rather 
of anyone who can rock a jumper dress. My particular proportions (small, pear-shaped, with an extravagantly large arse) make them a generally unwise choice.
I have half-heartedly re-booked my photo sesh for next w/e. I hope that the big, red, crusty, itchy spots that came with the fluey bug thing will have gone by then. 
My mother cheesed me off yesterday by throwing a mini-tantrum during a phone convo. She got in a temper when I told her that dd had given up CCF (was never going to last, dd so not army material - thank God) and karate. My mother has just been to visit her cousin, all of whose gcs seem to have gone to top-flight public schools and Oxbridge, all passed Grade 8 piano at 2, speak 10 languages and have exquisite manners and lovely gfs/bfs. Oh, and pots of dosh and are all stunningly good-looking. After these visits, she always gets struck down by an attack of "why are my gcs all rude, useless, slacker plebs with about as much polish as a plate of cold baked beans?". I am still rather seething. Granny's parting shot on the phone was "If she can't be bothered to stick at anything, I'm not bothering to get her a Christmas present." Oh yes, because that's a totally useful and grown-up way of dealing with a non-existant problem. Feh. After all, dd manages to be in the top 30 of a year group of over 600, despite having had a bunch of isshoos to deal with. And she isn't a stuck-up little twerp. Harrumph.